Luyện nghe bài hát Cusswords

So you motherfuckers
I was gonna change my
So what are you saying

To all you bitches, hoes, and all that
Here's another rap that I'm ready to
It like this, my name is $hort
I'm tearin' shit up like before

Pimp slaps, makin'
Cold money and Too $hort raps
Oakland, California where I'm from
The city where the boys say you don't none

But if you do, I'm tell you this
Trues and ain't really shit
Wanna so hard, all of the time
You and bitch playin' Too $hort rhymes

If you ask me, what it's all about, I'll say it's about money
But if you ask me, could you have some, I'll say it doesn't me
Ronald Reagan up to me and said, "Do you have the answer
To the U.S. and a cure for cancer?"

I said, what are you doin' in the House
If you're not sellin'
Ask your wife, Reagan, I know she'll spit that game
Like one night, she to my house, and gave me a blow job
She licked my dick, up and down, like it was on the cob

What is life? is Too $hort
I play the bitches like a sport
Yeah, I'll play the bitches like y'all
Like Dr. J played

You can call me Too, say it twice
get me real mad and I'll fuck your wife
You see I'm not proper, I'm polite
Too $hort, Too $hort, don't say it tonight,

It started on a bright morning in
I was in my to Caddy y'all gettin' sucked by a bitch named Helen
bitches, around the world, I wrote this rhyme for you
You might not like my rap, but I'm tellin' you it's true

So death in the Oakland streets
Am I gonna live next week?
Will I get by a dope fiend
Tryin' to get high, tryin' to my ring

I really can't say, I don't know why
People out here droppin' dead like
I to see a home boy givin' five
Now I say, "Man, still alive?"

as hell, the town I'm from
Won't last too long when you're the funk
I'm the master rapper, so
Clap my hand I want my freak

You can't deny it, you I'm right
I turn any out when I'm on the mic
And I kick back, or relax
Till he knows I'm the at the MC rap

Till he knows Too $hort, set the
They got him caught up in my cap
can't spit straight game on the mic
'Cause he's worse a fag or a Frisco dike

He's a sucker MC, I him punk
to spit that rap, you can scratch that junk
You little punk-ass boy, listen to me
Think I'm but I'm takin' all you sucker MC's
To the end of the and push you over
Good luck couldn't you in a four leaf clover

If I ever a rap, tryin' to cap on you
I wouldn't sweat it 'cause you'll be through
Lookin' so far up, you might fall
Gettin' clowned by the from east Oaktown

And the look in your face when lickin' that tooth
make a grown man die, laughin' at you
'Cause a, no rappin', no rhymin'
Played out ass Simple Simon

I understood one word you said
But you're swearin' up and down that you're killin' 'em
There's only one thing, I wanted to
Sucker motherfucker, where's the

I'm the player of players, just me Pop
My name is Too $hort, no I stop
I just don't mackin', don't stop cappin'
Don't stop rappin' now you see what

Your mind is gone, your just cut
Sucker MC tell you what
Your rhymes are weak, rap the same
And when it comes to game, you are

Never even heard of Too $hort
Hit in 1980
Singin' mo' raps than a rap could
Tellin' sucker MC's don't waste my

There's a girl I her name is Betty
Straight to the just rock it steady
so freaky she'll juice you up
All the boys just can't get enough

She's a Ph.D., don't even
In the like that goin', top, top, top
I won't say white girl, won't say she's
She's the kind of girl that make knees go crack

Feel the beat, with me
Let me tell you I be
I'm a MC rapper, a MC
A big bank roller and a cold, capper

Hey baby, I got rhyme
It's not gonna stop the end of time
Like rock and I'll play that song
To the beat all day and all long

So up, to what I'm sayin'
I'm a Oaktown mack, bitch I ain't
To all the boys doin' time in the pen
Gonna rock this beat for you again

If you get out and you're mad as hell
Say bitch, now it sound for real
I'ma shit up, if I get the chance
I give a fuck less if you're hole don't dance
See I'm a big mack now, I'm so
I was born and raised in the Golden

Call me T O O, if you say
I'ma rap my ass off till you me some more
Big bank, now just me rich
Bitch bitch bitch make me rich

Check out my style, baby I quit
I heard freak say, "That's the shit"
He took the cake, fucked the
Too $hort damn sure ain't fake

But the sucker MC's are loud
Sir Too $hort, shut your mouth
How can you about me, and call me weak
When your smokes coke and you mother's a freak

So I keep on rappin', if else
Keep jealous thoughts to yourself
Bitch and bitch, he's a MC
Ain't sayin' nothin' but holdin' the mic
Fuck me, and boy you're doomed
I a trick with a hoe to the motel room

'Cause I'm the MC on a microphone
Like a 357 pointed at dome
I got cap for cap, you never
So fresh again cusswords

Motherfuckin' shit, fuckin' me
Fuck a skank and a sucker MC
All you got the claps
And fuck you punk you still can't rap

Cusswords, just let 'em
Motherfuckin' shit, ass hoe
Cusswords, don't quit
Motherfuck you damn bitch

Too $hort, on the mic, and it don't stop
And it stop, and it won't stop, bitch
out my style